Chance The Rapper, Alex Wiley, Mick Jenkins - Grown Ass Kid lyrics

Fuck with me y'all
I mean either way you stuck with me y'all
I'm coming at these rap niggas first
And for most that's unluckily y'all
Better know it just a mustard seed dog that
I ever really needed
Nigga's just tryna see Jesus
Sipping water like it come
With different cheeses
All of your opinions facetious, it's feces
I got a thesis or slick dissertation
Our entire species is young
And impatient and passive
All at the same damn time
Why? Chi to kill them with kindness
Hit them with the Visine
Try to cure the blindness
Couple coffee beans for the sinus
Folgers the best part of waking up
Is the alignment of self with God
And that isn't for a selfish heart
My intention was to flood the scene
I don't ever really hug the scene
Y'all know I been submarine with this shit
Little more Actavis how I lean with this shit
Black as hell, still the cream of this crop
With dream
No king just Ving Rhames with six shots
It's the dawn of the dead and I feel so alive
And the free been in here you
Can tell by my mind, like
You just a grown ass kid
Who the fuck do you think you is?
The sun is only half way risen
You haven't come out your crib
You just a grown ass boy
Get up out of here with all that noise
You ain't ever gonna find no joy
Playin' yourself like a toy, you just a
You just a grown ass kid
Who the fuck do you think you is?
The sun is only half way up
You steady talking that shit
You just a grown ass boy
Get up out of here with all that noise
You ain't ever gonna find no joy
Playin' yourself like a toy, you just a

Lazy male complaining about how in
High school he could, but his ACL
Ay be clear, this my daddy house
You just the uncle from ATL
(Better take out that trash)
Boy get your biggrown ass on old ass home
Broke ass drinking up all the milk
But can't do no laundry, e-Harmony romance on
Watch your tone folk, talking to grown folk
Yeah, yeah, get that bass out your voice
You were sounding like Tone Lōc
Now watch how I move, different chapters
Decisions, missions, visit pastors
Everybody finally can say it out loud
"My favorite rapper a Christian rapper"
And he got fate in his faith in his soul
And a tape
And a cape and that drape from out west
To the lake and it cover his face like a Bape
And I hate when I wait but it never come late
From tobacco back roads to bus seat back rows
A Black boy, black rose, back rolls
Men grow just as surely as
Mountains peak and plateaus plateau
Ya kna wha' mean? You just a grown ass kid
Who the fuck do you think you is?
The sun is only half way risen
You haven't come out your crib
You just a grown ass boy
Get up out of here with all that noise
You ain't ever gonna find no joy
Playin' yourself like a toy boy you just a

Kinda crazy how it fall up in your lap right?
Shit was determined in a past life
If you ask nicely, mad, nice
Even with mad lights you couldn't see the boy
Up in class like I'm only half right
They ain't believe the boy
Wave when you pass them
Moments you should bask in
Wonder if the Lord's on my
Side, let me ask him, or ask her
I don't need a password
Don't ask about my past word
Living until my last words
Wondering if this music got the slash in
Don't forget the cash and mix
In with the passion, oh
If I don't feel the love then I'mma pass end
Shit is everlasting
I'mma have a blast and uh
I'mma have a good day, I'mma stay zonin'
I might get high as shit
Or I might stay sober
Might roll a J and I might just pass it
Might hit the Bay and I might trip acid
They tried to treat us like
Some bummy little street kids
I tell 'em "When you dream
Make sure that you dream big"
You could be cool and an Uber driver
The next minute you in Aruba
You scuba divin' i hope they sell you the
Truth and that you survivin'
Don't do how they gon' scrutinize 'em
And looking at the youth, tryna euthanize 'em
If it was up to you
They would nuke the projects
Get up off that bed, big fella
You a grown boy, big fella
You need your diaper change, big fella
You still catching a bus nigga
And living at mom's crib, big fella
You been tryna get money
You only got ten singles in your pocket
Big fella
Get up now, big fella, find you a job
Still playing Xbox 360
You ain't even got an Xbox One
You got a PS1 and an Xbox 360, big fella
Go find you a job, today, right now
Big fella the sun is almost gone, big fella
Get up now, big fella
(playin' yourself like a toy boy you just a)
Get up, big fella what is you doing?
You been sleeping all day, big fella
You ain't even got no pillows or no
Cover or no sheets on your bed, big fella
It's time to find another hustle, big fella
That scamming ain't cutting it, big fella
Get up now get up, get up, get up, big fella